The book opens with Josh and Sam camped out on the beach in Southern India, something is wrong but obviously not Josh's appetitie.
From the Book: India was hot, very hot, very bloody hot, very, very bloody hot. I was sweating like an ice block on a barbeque. I sizzled in the hot Indian sun. I felt like a doughnut about to pop up out of a vat of boiling oil. To the casual onlooker I would have looked good enough to eat, salted, savoury, succulent and slowly roasting. I lifted a large slice of papaya to my coral white teeth, I'm very proud of my teeth. I sliced through the succulently soft, sweet and dribbling, juicy flesh. I've always fancied myself as a writer hence the purple prose but really I prefer to eat, I don't prefer to eat, I love to eat, I have a passion for eating. My testosterone sees a toasted cheese and bacon sandwich and goes wild with lust and desire, 'rrrrhh look at those bacon and cheese sangas.
Reviews: 'Foxtrot Through India was magnificent. Extremely original writing which reminded me of DH Lawrence because somehow the feelings came straight off the page as if the words had some kind of independent power or memory.'
'This is a delightful story of the innocence of youth. Travelling with no responsibilities and with the skewed social views of young optimists who believe everything should be possible...'
'Josh, the main character, has an eye for the ladies and plenty of charm, but with enough naiveté and self-doubt to remain endearing. The whole thing was quite vivid and filmic, I thought, a bit like a cheerful and colourful globe-trotting kitchen-sink drama. I also really liked the use of musical references to help set the shape of what's going on. Odds on you'll find yourself humming a Bob Marley tune or two...'
|Publisher:||Anthony E Thorogood|
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About the Author
I was born in London England in 1953, which makes me a baby boomer I think. Dad ran a market stall in Woolwich’s Beresford Square selling anything and everything. A natural Cockney salesman with all the patter that goes with it but when he was told to give it up or die from the cold, we packed up shop and migrated to Australia.
In my youth I always enjoyed my old Dad’s tales of his adventures in the navy in WWII and of his childhood hop picking in Kent, I got my love of storytelling from my Dad. I wrote a book on cider in 2008 after being awarded a Churchill Fellowship to travel around the world and drink and research cider, the cider book sold out. I followed the success of my cider book by writing a series of madcap comic extravaganzas: Bigfoot Littlefoot & West. I followed the Bigfoot books with my Jack Hamma action adventure series starting with Shakespeare on the Roof. Then in 2015 I wrote three romantic travel adventures starting with Sex Sardines and Sauerkraut.
This is the bit where I state that I am happily living the good life on our 5 acre property, on the beautiful island of Tasmania, spending my time walking, cycling, planting trees, growing vegetables and writing the odd book, very odd some people say.